1 Jesus, thy Beauties I explore!
Who am a helpless worm;
Adoring now and evermore
Thy crucified Form.
2 When on thy Cross, my dearest Lord,
What Love didst thou display!
Eternal Annals shall record
The great, uncommon Day.
3 Down low, beneath the Wrath of Heav'n,
Thy troubled Soul did bow;
Humiliation deeply grav'n
Upon thy bleeding Brow.
4 My God! my God! was then thy Cry,
Why hast thou me forsook?
Nature, replying with a Sign,
In strong Convulsions shook.
5 More marr'd than any Man's thy Face,
Thy Judgment's took away;
Nor Men, nor Angels then could trace
Thy Mystery, thy Day.
6 Thou didst, when in the Depths of Hell,
An awful Silence keep;
No Tongue like thine can ever tell
The Horrors of the Deep.
7 Strong Pains of Death encompass'd Thee,
And hellish Pangs were felt,
That thou might'st set thy Children free
From all their Sin and Guilt.
8 Tho' Satan once did us enslave,
Now thou hast bruis'd his Head;
And in thyself didst fully save
Thy lov'd, thy royal Seed.
9 Hence everlasting Praise belongs
To thee our God and King:
Do thou but influence our Songs,
And we will ever sing.
Source: Christian Hymns, Poems, and Spiritual Songs: sacred to the praise of God our Saviour #I.LI